Post by Fenrir on Feb 20, 2007 16:10:39 GMT -5
Well this was to be expected. Roan once more thought that Fenrir was basking in his hour and that his guard would've dropped ever so slightly. That was all a rouse, for it was Fenrir's plan to have each and every student exert themselves until they could no longer stand. The black-haired lycan showed no signs of surprise on his burnt face as Roan kicked in his knee. Buckling under the pressure, Fenrir started to fall backwards and Roan was on top of him. What a funny change in the situation: did this girl really enjoy being on the top so much? As the flames ignited on her hands that gripped his throat and danced down until they burned his neck, Fenrir grinned toothily up at his agressor. 'You do know Miss, I am afraid that beastiality is frowned on at this establishment. However if you do insist then I'll gladly partake,' came Fenrir's retort; pounding into the girl's mind. 'Heck Roan; I might even enjoy it. It's been a long while since I've had a go.'
And then came an expected arrival. Even if he was a tad late to watch the festivities.
Romulus was always the joker. Yet despite his cool, joking exterior he was quite the cunning blighter. If Romulus was commenting that Fenrir was simply playing with his food as any animal does before finishing them off...he would be correct. Fenrir always had the ability to kill off any of the humans that changed him in the blink of an eye. And yet he chose not to: perhaps it was this factor that truely separated him from man and beast, and made him a monster. Giving them a meager chance and knowing that you were always better than those that fought against you; there was power at its rawest form. And that is what Fenrir basked him whenever he fought against a worthy foe. So he toyed with them until he grew bored....and yet...it seemed that Romulus was disappointd in him. That he hadn't made the transformation from man to wolf yet.
This was simply because Fenrir wanted their spirits to be so downtrodden that they would break simply from seeing him change. After all the damage they had inflicted on him, they would realize the folly of their ways when they saw just how mighty the lycan could become. He was about to reply to Romulus when he felt a sudden tug on his overcoat and the next thing he knew; he was in an entirely new environment. That and there was a man standing before him; a man that bore a striking image to someone he knew but at the current moment he was unable to remember. The man said he had business with Fenrir and at this remark the lycan snorted with derision. Straightening to his fullest height, Fenrir was about to formulate a plan when suddenly it struck him.
"Wait...you're Hawkins! But I've already had words with you just before the Hunt begun! You were in a disguise, a tall man in with black clothing, and I told you everything. This must be a trick because I've already talked with Hawkins....you must be here to kill me. And I cannot have that." Surging forward, Fenrir ignored the wand that was pointed at him and wrapped his right hand aroud the man's throat. Then he lifted the man slowly into the air until his feet were dangling above the ground. Snarling into Hawkins' face, Fenrir cruelly offered the man redemption, "If you truely are Hawkins, then call for your hawk"
And then came an expected arrival. Even if he was a tad late to watch the festivities.
Romulus was always the joker. Yet despite his cool, joking exterior he was quite the cunning blighter. If Romulus was commenting that Fenrir was simply playing with his food as any animal does before finishing them off...he would be correct. Fenrir always had the ability to kill off any of the humans that changed him in the blink of an eye. And yet he chose not to: perhaps it was this factor that truely separated him from man and beast, and made him a monster. Giving them a meager chance and knowing that you were always better than those that fought against you; there was power at its rawest form. And that is what Fenrir basked him whenever he fought against a worthy foe. So he toyed with them until he grew bored....and yet...it seemed that Romulus was disappointd in him. That he hadn't made the transformation from man to wolf yet.
This was simply because Fenrir wanted their spirits to be so downtrodden that they would break simply from seeing him change. After all the damage they had inflicted on him, they would realize the folly of their ways when they saw just how mighty the lycan could become. He was about to reply to Romulus when he felt a sudden tug on his overcoat and the next thing he knew; he was in an entirely new environment. That and there was a man standing before him; a man that bore a striking image to someone he knew but at the current moment he was unable to remember. The man said he had business with Fenrir and at this remark the lycan snorted with derision. Straightening to his fullest height, Fenrir was about to formulate a plan when suddenly it struck him.
"Wait...you're Hawkins! But I've already had words with you just before the Hunt begun! You were in a disguise, a tall man in with black clothing, and I told you everything. This must be a trick because I've already talked with Hawkins....you must be here to kill me. And I cannot have that." Surging forward, Fenrir ignored the wand that was pointed at him and wrapped his right hand aroud the man's throat. Then he lifted the man slowly into the air until his feet were dangling above the ground. Snarling into Hawkins' face, Fenrir cruelly offered the man redemption, "If you truely are Hawkins, then call for your hawk"